The Immortal Realm Warned Me Not to Mess With the Data

Three of my fingers were crushed into the mud.

A worthless spiritual root, no connections, and anyone could walk all over me. Just before I blacked out, a line of text appeared before my eyes: Inferior spiritual root. Data fixed. Cultivation impossible.

So the immortal sects stood above everyone else because they had written the rules in stone.

I changed one line. A blood-red warning exploded across my vision: High-risk operation! Tampering with the Heavenly Dao's underlying data is forbidden! Irreversible cost!

I thought about all the indignities I'd suffered in this life.

I said, "Confirm."

After that, I changed gravity, changed the soil, and changed the fates locked in place above ordinary people's heads. Each time, the price hurt more than before. My fingers, my eyesight, my hearing: every change took something from me.

But then a miner said to me, "So we can live like people, too."

The moment I heard those words, I knew there was no turning back.

Key highlights: Cultivation through data modification x irreversible costs x a rogue defying heaven x healing stories of ordinary people's lives